RICHARD: And I make bold to ax your honour’s advice. Does your honour knowwhat it is to have a heart?
SIR DESPARD: My honour knows what it is to have a complete apparatus for conductingthe circulation of the blood through the veins and arteries of the human body.
(From Ruddigore, or the Witch’s Curse, libretto by Sir W. S. Gilbert.)
Or Arlo’s getting old, or has Alzheimer’s or something. I find myself talking like this way more than I used to. (And for the most part, I used to be able to come up with words, most of the time!)
Well, no. He sees that she’s trying to make an end run around Stef, and he’s pushing her away. Hopefully he’s now out of Stef’s claws, and he’ll have the sense to avoid running straight into Tiffany’s.
Well, color me clueless, then. I’d have to say this is like a lot of statements beginning "We all know . . . ". I sure don’t know—who or what you’re talking about.
Heh! My wife’s brother had boxes and boxes of jigsaw puzzles he wanted to get out of his house; he and his wife were puzzle fans, but she died somewhat recently. They’ve been coming to us. (He may still have some yet.) They’re not all complete at this point; in fact, with them came several large ziplock bags of pieces from who-knows-which. My wife is spending hours a day doing them; when she gets one completed, it gets packed up for the local senior center (and maybe some other charities eventually). This has been going on for months. I don’t have the mental skills and patience for them.
Hey! They’re plagiarizing Gilbert and Sullivan!
RICHARD: And I make bold to ax your honour’s advice. Does your honour knowwhat it is to have a heart?
SIR DESPARD: My honour knows what it is to have a complete apparatus for conductingthe circulation of the blood through the veins and arteries of the human body.
(From Ruddigore, or the Witch’s Curse, libretto by Sir W. S. Gilbert.)